“If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.”

The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.

A heart given to God loses none of its natural tenderness; on the contrary, the more pure and divine it becomes, the more such tenderness increases.

Nobody is a good judge in his own cause!

God would never inspire me with desires which cannot be realized; so in spite of my littleness, I can hope to be a saint.

Frequently, only silence can express my prayer.

I say nothing to him I love him.

Holiness consists simply in doing God’s will, and being just what God wants us to be.

I realized that to become a saint one must suffer a great deal, always seek what is best, and forget oneself.

When I die, I will send down a shower of roses from the heavens,I will spend my heaven by doing good on earth.

I felt it better to speak to God than about Him.

Prayer for me is an updward leap of the heart

The greatest honor God can do a soul is not give it much; but to ask much of it.

Let us go forward in peace, our eyes upon heaven, the only one goal of our labors.

The loveliest materpiece of the heart of God is the love of a Mother.

The science of loving, yes, that’s the only kind of science I want I’d barter away everything I possess to win it.

If I did not simply live from one moment to another, it would be impossible for me to be patient, but I only look at the present, I forget the past, and I take good care not to forestall the future.

The trees, the flowers, the plants grow in silence. The stars, the sun, the moon move in silence. Silence gives us a new perspective.

How can there be too many children? That is like saying there are too many flowers.

The difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she’s treated.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

From a withered tree, a flower blooms.

Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.

Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it.

The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.